I guess I'd call myself promiscuous :-/

Month: January 2017

So I guess you want to know what happened with the flatmates. I decided I had to speak to the one I like, so I text him just saying ‘I’m really sorry about the whole flatmate thing. I hope you don’t think badly of me.’

He had a positive response and said that he didn’t, however when I asked if we could still hangout he said he didn’t know. I think he is either pissed off or upset. Chatting with someone from work about it and she thinks he’s probably a bit upset as maybe he likes me more that he is letting on.

We have left it saying that it’s cool and we will meet again. I hope it is not to far away and we can sort this out. It’s actually made me realise that. do quite like him, maybe more than I realised.

I guess that’s how life works sometimes. Something bad has to happen to make you realise what you want.

Last night I had date number 4 with my married man. Its all very innocent (well kind of, as much as it can be with an married man). I was supposed to be going to the cinema with people from work to watch La La Land and I had arranged to meet him after in Stratford at about 8 however someone was ill so we didn’t end up going to the cinema.

I got myself to Stratford for around 7.30 and we met for a few drinks at a bar called The Bat and Ball in Westfield. As always was great to see him, he talked about some geeky stuff which I find so cute and makes me feel all smiley and amused. I tried wheat beer (I am usually a lager drinker and I was pleasantly surprised, I think I’ll drink this more). The Bat and Ball is a straight bar; I have no real issues with some minimal PDA’s but when you’re with a married man I reckon its best to avoid, apart from a few leg strokes and hand holding under the table we could have been just two mates there for a catch up, talking football and Baywatch babes…interestingly we did discuss Baywatch and the film that is coming out (I cannot wait!!!)

After a few drinks we wet back to mine and really just got into bed. We fooled around a bit, a lot of kissing, some touching, but really it was a chance to repeat our first drunken meeting and fall asleep in each other’s arms; sickly sweet. That’s what I mean about innocence though. It was lovely like last time, I feel very comfortable just lying with him.

My alarm went off at the usual 6am and we got up showered, shared a few more hugs and kisses and went about our days. It was all very lovely and put a big smile on my face for the rest of the day (including right now as I type.)

What will become of this I have no idea. He keeps telling me that I shouldn’t get attached and I genuinely am not, but I am really enjoying his company and I’ll just go with the flow on this one. Don’t worry I’ll keep you up to date!

Now the flatmates….I am too scared/embarrassed to message the one that I was seeing for longer; the one I kind of like. What do I say? “Yeah sorry about the whole shagging your mat thing…” No it’s not going to work. His mate did text to say that he (his friend) still wanted to see me but I just don’t know what to do. I’ll wait a few days then text. The situations I get myself into and this one has to be the most ridiculous!

Update on the Frenchy. He clearly is not talking to me. Good to be honest, he was too crazy for me!

Okay so I wasn’t going to mention these guys to try and avoid being judged too badly, but this is quite an amusing story!

I have been hanging out with a guy since way before Christmas, he is really cool, we have been for drinks, I have been to his house. It’s just some fun and we get on, he isn’t really looking for anything more, so we just had some fun.

Between Christmas and New Year I went on a date with another guy that I was chatting to on Grindr. He was nice and he came back to mine and we fooled around a bit. Today we were chatting more and he invited me over to his to hang out. Cool, I had nothing better to do, so why not. ‘send me your postcode’ cool I know that area. Send me your address…shit I know that road. Quick look back at texts from the other guy to check…its only the same address!!!! They are flatmates!! AWKWARD!!!!!

I was up front, I decided to just say that I have been with his flatmate. I feel so bad, so slutty. Imagine, sleeping with housemates and I didn’t even know! Who knows what happens next. I will probably be banished from their lives; excommunicated! Bye!!

It’s a shame as I really liked both of them, particularly the one from before Christmas. It’s definitely taught me a lesson. Dates are cool but I think I need to be a little less easy. I blame Grindr, it’s the devil’s own app!

I don’t really love gay bars and the scene. I have always found it too clichy and although gay bars and clubs have a place and I do like go sometimes generally I prefer more quirky London areas; Hackney, Hackney Wick, Crystal Palace and last night I was in Peckham with my friend. She is my best friend’s sister actually, but since I moved to London her and I have become pretty close.

We met in a ‘posh’ (well for Peckham) bar and had a few drinks and a catch up. It’s been a long time since we last met, so lots to say. You know my news: married man and Frenchy!!

After we went to a cool little bar on a back street, it might have been called Nines? Anyway while there my friend started chatting with a seriously hot guy, I had to get the last train home (south London can be a real pain after hours). My friend stayed in the bar and apparently it all went well.

On the way home I obviously logged onto Grindr and started chatting to a guy who lives not too far from me, he was super horny but for once I was pretty good. We arranged to meet today for breakfast, which is what I have just done. We went to Balan’s which is very tasty! He was not as hot as the pictures, but kind of cute. In his messages last night he was very flirty, less so today. I doubt anything will come from it, but its always great to meet new people. Who knows?

I was on Tinder this morning (still thinking that thats where I will find something more serious…..possibly I am a little deluded). I matched with a guy that I went on a date with a year ago. He is really fit but the date was weird. We were getting on really well, at a bar in Islington. I think far too many cocktails later he kind of paid up and left, pissed off with me. I never really got it. Anyway we have agreed that we will go on another date, we are calling it date #1 as we need to forget the last disaster. He says he can’t even remember why he got pissed off. Hopefully this one will be more successful. It will be this week, so I will keep you posted.

Tomorrow is date number four with the married man and I think this time he will be staying at mine!! Cuddles, no sex. He isn’t ready for that which actually is totally cute and makes me like him more.

Update: French guy has blocked me from WhatsApp (like I care) usual marry arse shit, because I only sent a message that said ‘home’ on Friday night rather than anything more. I guess some people will always be immature. anyway onwards and upwards!!

I am a slut! Meeting the French guy tonight and we will be doing the ‘bizness‘ (that’s what he calls it)! We were texting today and I am going to his.He is such a twat though, miserable and moody. He makes out that he is some innocent guy, split up with partner and not about sex; first thing he does is get his cock out and we start doing it!

I must say he is an amazing at it, but then everything after the bizness is just shit. I call him angry, like an 90 year old man. Anyway I didn’t stay, I came home at about 11. I think I am going to avoid him now, done with cunty type people! Although like Matthew in Manchester there is something about me and dickheads, especially ones that are great in bed!

Third date with the married man tonight. We haven’t slept together, not even sure we ever will, but I do like his company; he makes me smile.

I find him interesting. He says he is bisexual and maybe he truly is, I guess some people must be, but I get the impression he likes cock more.

Anyway, to the date. We went to Yard bar in Soho. The Yard is a cool bar, it has a cute court yard and in the week, a cool date night place; weekends are something different, less date more party. He arrived 30 minutes late, I’m used to waiting for people, I am always early. It was snowing, yes snowing in London. We had discussed cancelling as we all know that snow in the UK means everything grinds to a halt.

I drank probably too much for a work night, a few beers and a couple of double whiskey and ginger ales, groggy the next day. We chatted shit, usual date stuff, but it’s so easy with him. The problem we have is our mutual friend, who introduced us, if he sees us he won’t be happy, in fact married man is worried that he will disclose the relationship (yeah a called it that) to his wife – shiiiit that could turn nasty! At one point his Facebook flashed up with an alert that his friend was in the area (I didn’t even know that was possible). The plan was to say we had been in contact and were just meeting for a drink.

Last week we had discussed that maybe he might stay at mine, this didn’t happen.I wake up too early which puts him off, so I had to put up with a lot of kissing. it’s weird how much I feel like a teenager when I am with him. we have agreed that he will stay with me on Monday after I have finished at the cinema watching La La Land with people from work, looking forward to it already; I feel very comfortable in his arms at night. he says it’s because we are the same temperature or something scientific, I go for the more romantic thought of it feeling right etc.